Kuala Lumpur and The Acid House
Down from the Cameron Highlands we raced, Kuala Lumpur was waiting, and we’d stayed too long again. The road was gnarly and fun, it was good to be moving. Buses whizzed past. Stilt-huts by the roadside belonged to the indigenous people of Malaysia, and we passed a whole makeshift village, all on stilts, bizarrely incongruous with the rest of the place. We congratulated ourselves on seeing a ‘real’ Orang Asli settlement, instead of the ones set up solely for tourist contributions, where elders sit like performing seals and play with blowpipes. At a tea shack by a waterfall the shop owner came to chat and grin at us with his giant gold teeth. A Kuala Lumpur taxi driver rocked up and gave us Nasi Lemak, a Malaysian breakfast wrapped in a little banana leaf box. He was driving some Arabian tourists across Malaysia for the day. It seemed a long trip. He gave us jackfruit in breadcrumbs (it tasted a lot like apple cr...